A small cigar can change the world:
I know I've done it frequently at parties
Where I won all the the guests' attention
With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing
A little flat tin case is all you need - vanish within minutes
Breast pocket conversation opener
And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather good -
You can throw away when empty
Must be declared a great success;
My small cigars all vanish within minutes

Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit
A nearby tobacconist -
To replenish my supply of small cigars
And make the party swing again

I know my clothes seem shabby
And don't fit this Hampstead soirée
Where unread copies of Rolling Stone,
Well-thumbed Playboys -
Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
If you ask me, they're on their way
In upper-middle class oblivion
The stupid twits, they roll their own
One cigarette between them
My small cigar's reduntant now
In the haze of smoking pleasure
Call it a day, get the hell away:
Go down the café for a cuppa real tea

By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool
Who sells papers in the rush hour
I hand to him two small cigars
He smiles, says «Son, God bless you»

A small cigar
Has changed the world, my friend
A small cigar
Has changed the world again.